Luyện nghe bài hát The Gospel Accordin' to John

(kinky friedman, friedman)
He was just an old-time preacher on the ol' radio
But never learn to listen till they lived enough to know.
I used to walk out on that porch when mama'd turn the thing on
To the accordin' to john.

Her mail-order prayer shawl fell across her hair,
Her sad eyes saw a better world when came on the air.
Mama had someone to turn to she was rockin' all night
To the gospel to john.

You see, she was a blind believer in Bible beatin' game.
He'd heal em, wheel em, deal em, bless em in name.
Onward soldiers, just a dollar and a half
a photo of jesus with an autograph.

And jesus was from the table by the door
When that rockin' chair grew silent and that fell to the floor.
I walked out on that because I couldnt find a prayer
When a kindly voice come a-cracklin' the air.

Said, folks, them righteous are comin, I say, they're comin' right on back.
You can hop that gospel train, he said, from sides of the track.
Some people prayin', keep a-listenin', a-helpin' out the show,
cause ol' with you anywhere you go.

Now some folks claim the scriptures are the only truth,
Others swear by peter, or matthew, mark or luke,
Ah but there ain't a nicer passage just to sail a upon
Than the accordin' to john.

He was just an old-time preacher but he mama's call,
His words may never save a soul, but his faith could us all.
cause a sacred pilgrimage whatever trip you're on
And the gospel accordin to john.

God you, john you ol' devil ...